Best Lashings Poems

Raven Speak Not To Me, For A Plague Flees Thy Lips

Sadness came, in clumps of ripping hard, smashing waves
as if morbid thoughts could such sorrows ever save,
none but the blind and deaf could know a darker realm
or more lost ship with, blinder captain at the...

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Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their pole-and-line freshly caught local Cod;
The Vintners Parrot: For thick sizzling steaks,
Cabernet Sauvignon, roasted hams cut high off the hog.

Grandads wearing...

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Leading his horse in the heat of the day
Been gone a long time but he still knows the way
Just a few shacks when he went for the gold
He’d found a few nuggets but now he’s too old

So, home to the town that he’s heard has...

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The day begins as the sun rises up
Like a big orange ball from the sea
It’s the bluest sky that has ever been seen
So pack up your bags, don’t forget the sun cream
For the seaside is calling us loud and clear
As we make our way down...

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Tongue lashings are bitter
  they hurt and injure
Gnawing at both the heart
  of victim and abuser
With each hostile strike
  both hearts bruise and deaden
Hostility a most deadly poison
  injected as cheeks redden

No word of a lie striking a chord
You live by...

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The day is conceived,
tossed bedsheets birth landscapes.

Apelike, a grin gawps.

In the backroom of a slow thought
I dress for breakfast -
recall the tropics,
sticky rice, coconut milk and
one huge river prawn,
all wrapped in a banana leaf.

Slipshod I slip away from that world
adjusting my internal optics.

A blueberry muffin...

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Her love spells
Lashings Obsessed with Virile Endurance

Her eyes
Engulf You in Elegant Seduction

Her lips
Love Infused Passion Sweet

Her body
Beautiful Offering of Divine Yearning

Her wants
Warring Affection Nuclear Towards Satisfaction

Her needs
Nurturing Embrace Enrapturing Desire's Surge

Her dreams
Dangerous Romance Entering Another Midnight's Sacrafice

Her mind
Magic Intent on Nude Destination

Her soul
Savage Optimism Unafraid...

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At the end of life, in a worn shoe lies the story of 
a man's life written by foot:
At its tip we see lashings of the million journeys 
he attempted, 
And in its emptiness the stinging image of loss.
Its fine style recalls the happy eyes...

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"As other spirits sail on music, mine, oh my love, swim on your perfume." Charles Baudelaire

"Sometimes you find an old bottle from which the soul returns." 
Charles Baudelaire

"Smell is a Word. Perfume is Literature."

"There are no women who do not like perfume, there are women...

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Perhaps you see me
it may be your gift to see
or merit for hard work
or maybe you paid for it with the lashings you endured
but surely it is now your inescapable wretched curse
as the truth haunts you
but you cannot close your eyes
like me.

It is my fault...

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Through the long gone years, I have much grown…
From a young schoolboy to a present day aging crone…

But in my mind, I am as I have always been…
All through the years and after all that I have seen..

Now that I am trying to frame some...

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The grand madam wore double strains of opal perils,
Around her collar of white lace, in eloquence personified,
She’s cultures Lady of utter refinement, curtsying to noble
And high brad’s aristocrats alike.
In fragrances of memories I’ve drifted backwards,
To a time of Lillie’s corsages tied upon white gloved 
Wrists,...

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My fathers’ cute little words and sayings,
Like, that is just for the birds, in lashings.
Akumpucky in way,
Epigutis he’d say.
My father was big man in displaying.

.
Akumpucky was cream or compound.
Epigutis was the disease he found.
His words were so very cute.
You would never try dispute.
Powerful man would...

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I’ve burned the bridges surrounding me,
Given harsh lashings tongue to the innocent,
In the heat of angers emotional rush, ignored
The pleas of the hungry, homeless and indigent,
Yet mine own kindred, turn warmly at me and
Forgive mine own short comings.
I’ve lost my nerve in the heat of...

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Hungry for munchies, on his way to the lunchroom, 
a rambunctious, persnickety,“fuss-budget”, elderly
jittery, fidgety, geezer, named Cassidy…
whose questionable dexterity, aghast by a massive sneeze,
teeter-tottered precariously. 
at the edge of the thingamajig, ...jigging one way, jagging the other!

Minding his own beeswax, without any rigmarole, 
topsy-turvy on...

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